In 1934, there was a severe drought in eastern Sichuan, and the river Coffin Mountain crossed began to swallow people.
Coffin bearer rules:
One evil coffin, one nail, one year of longevity.
My father killed ninety-nine people and died on the one hundredth one.
In that coffin lay Shen Hongyi, who had been dead for seven days and was still singing.
I took over his duties and also took over his life.
They said that the coffin bearers were not allowed to interfere with the cause of death and were not allowed to be tainted with the cause and effect.
But I heard Shen Hongyi crying in the coffin:
"Chen Coffin, I was buried alive."
So, I broke the rules.
I lifted up the coffin board and dug out the truth——
The murderers were four people.
There is a boss, a feng shui blind man, a mayor who has studied abroad, and a medicine shop owner.
They dress well, speak human language, and do things dirtier than ghosts.
Now, they want me to shut up.
Use money, use power, use knives, and use guns.
But they forgot——
It's not just coffins I'm holding down.
What I control is the ghosts in people's hearts.
